I donn’d a wig and whiskers, changed my name,
And open’d, two streets off, another shop,
Another shop awaits me now no more—
The Finish of my Race arrived, I see;
On a Walk-over though I won before,
This time I’m done, and Luck walks over me.
Diogenes. 1853.
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Elegy.
Written in a Railway Station.